A Writer's Diary

Toby Litt
A year in my life and my life in a year - birth, death and commas.
Created 11 Nov 2021
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  • Juli 3
    03 Jul 2022
    “These subjects of yours are very meagre, and not worth the attention you give them. In fact, they’re hardly subjects at all, they’re more like objects. I mean, what’s interesting or to be gained from...
  • Juli 2
    02 Jul 2022
    To Mum and Dad’s. Mum seemed very sleepy but perked up when talking to Leigh. Lunch of bought quiche and packet salad followed by mandarin slices in orange jelly. This is a joke from Mum, as she knows...
  • Juli 1
    01 Jul 2022
    Motes – what I see floating into the light of the Anglepoise aren’t chunky enough to be described as motes. Most of them seem to be either specks or strands. They might be made of hair, but it isn’t m...
  • Juni 30
    30 Jun 2022
    Today will be an in-between day, I can tell – but it’s those that make a book. Days on which all you do is spellcheck, or search for words you know you have repeated too often (particularly, almost, t...
  • Juni 29
    29 Jun 2022
    There’s more to be said about dust – I wanted to make it the character in a book once. Sort of. The book was to take place in a world gradually being subsumed under QQuay Brothers-type dust. Not an or...
  • Juni 28
    28 Jun 2022
    Quick trip to Mum, just for a couple of hours around teatime. Even though I know this is how she wants it, I feel guilty for not staying. Read more
  • Juni 27
    27 Jun 2022
    Dust is of course constantly falling onto the desk – and I am quite fond of dust. When I can’t think of anything to write, or it’s made everything I can see obtrusively opaque, I wipe it away with spi...
  • Juni 26
    26 Jun 2022
    (This Sunday, I don’t know why, I have decided to spend a little time being Samuel Johnson - on the page.) When we encounter an abundance of charm, we should always expect a disposition toward its abu...
  • Juni 25
    25 Jun 2022
    Sometimes (see yesterday) it is no kitchen-party, it is the Intensive Treatment Unit – and a decision has been agreed: to see if the patient (beloved) can sustain their own breathing. You sit beside t...
  • Juni 24
    24 Jun 2022
    Sometimes you have to start a page even when you have no sense what will go there – or if anything will appear there but shame at your own emptiness, and wastefulness, and hopelessness. It is necessar...
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